Posted: February 2, 2014 in Other Poetry, Poetry
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My OCD reminds me
That every line must rhyme
That words should not repeat
And should always be mine
The flow of all syllables
Has to meet strict review
And every poem needs the balls
To be edgy without sacrificing truth
My struggle is to be profound
While meeting all these needs
A poet becomes a slave to sound
When he embraces OCD

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